#zelda lillerev

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Zelda has a tiny wedge of cucumber that she really doesn't want to eat BUT she wants Sierra to have it even less.

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Here, have a brief experience of trying to change the sheets after forgetting to lock the furry toddlers in baby jail.

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I'm glad you're comfortable, z. It's not like i would like so sleep on one side of a king size mattress or anything.

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Sierra knows she is not supposed to eat from the other dogs' bowls. She has decided that floor kibble doesn't count as 'other dogs' food' and so therefore if she flips one of their bowls over or picks it up to fling it to the ground and kibble gets strewn across the floor, it's fair game for eating. Sometimes the flipping doesn't go entirely as planned and she ends up chasing a turtled bowl hiding kibble around for a bit.

It's too hot to intervene, and there was only a handful of kibble left in zelda's bowl, so i gave up for today.

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That blanket was carefully folded on the back of the couch, zelda. Why is it underneath you?

Alissa did not suffer through crocheting a seven foot long four feet wide blanket from raumagarn (wool) partly in a northern iowa summer for you to use it in your shenanigans, zelda.

It's a really lovely blanket, very warm and pretty stitch pattern, and i am grateful she was like 'i underestimated the time and yarn requirement difference between my normal lap blanket and your viking blanket dimensions, you'll get it...eventually' rather than 'you get a small blanket or no blanket pick one' but i do feel a little bad that every other blanket she made for people in college were the standard small lap ones only.

Zelda is unrepentant and sees no problem with channelling Jayne in insisting on cuddling with wool homemade fabrics.

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The chewybone got eaten by the couch monster void, so now it becomes gremlin hours over who gets to chew on whose face.